Parked across from the entrance of the exclusive sex club TropiX, Emma Fallon watched another car pull up and the driver hand the invitation to the guard. The wrought-iron gate slowly swung to the side and the car went up the drive. Her invitation stuck out of her small purse. It took her weeks t...
Even if she saw Dante at work, she wouldn’t confront him about why he left her alone in the desert before he finished his game of seduction. That was one discussion she’d rather not get into at work because of how angry she was. At the moment, she could frighten away the biggest, meanest guard do...
The events that happened the previous night hung over him like nightmares and wet dreams. But it wasn’t a dream, it did happen. He just didn’t know what to make of it all and what to make of Sakari. He’d get someone from work to give him a ride out to pick up his bike. He never thought he would m...
Valdon had been quiet during the entire trip and the silence was making Dante uneasy. The Drone always had something to say, usually a critical comment or two. “What’s wrong with you?” Dante asked. “Got something on your mind? Spit it out.” “It’s started. Can’t you feel it?” Dante did sense somet...
Garrick said, pulling her against his chest. That thought tore through him. Steam from the hot shower swirled around them. Ramon stroked her back with a bath puff foamy with coconut-and-lime gel, while Garrick rubbed her skin with his hands to bring back the warmth. “I hated not getting to you so...
the gentleman at the visitor’s desk said in a slow Irish drawl. He scowled at his computer screen then scribbled notes on a piece paper without looking at her. “I’m not a tourist, I’m Dana Brennan. I was hired as a musician for the show.” Glancing up from his work, he gave her a quick once-over a...
Clothes and notebooks spilled out of her suitcase onto the brown Spanish tile, but she didn’t have the energy to put them away in the wicker dresser. She wanted to make sure she had everything ready for the next day. Opening the sliding glass door, she stepped onto a wrought iron balcony. Lauren ...
Boats of various sizes, from small fishing craft to large yachts, cruised the narrow highway of water that ran parallel to the Atlantic Ocean. The afternoon sun gleamed in the white bow wakes from the passing boats. Leaving Fort Lauderdale, they drove north past high-rise condos and hotels and en...